I posted last night that I had quite literally just hung up from speaking with my friends the bison ranchers. Seconds before, I’d heard on the late evening news, which I rarely listen to because news in general tends to make me yell at the television which upsets the dogs no end – sorry, I digress – that Shane Creek Road (south of Columbus) was under evacuation from a wild fire. When she answered the phone, which I sort of can’t believe she did, she said it was true; when I asked where they will go, she responded, “I have no idea.” Not a good sign from a retired neuroscientist and pathologist whose development of the ranch has been thought out to every last detail including FIRE, the ever-present possibility of which prompted them to dig and fill a pond for crying out loud. She said they can see the fire’s glow coming over the ridge, and that she doesn’t know what to do about the bison. Not to mention the horses. The chickens. What to do? Open, gates? Cross fingers?
When I checked the newspaper first thing this morning, though, it was reported that news of evacuations last night was not correct. Pre-evacuation notices had gone out, but no actual evacuations had been required. The bad news is that the fire grew overnight, has spread into the neighboring county, and is 0% contained.
My hope is that the light of day will give residents in the areas near the fire a chance to make some better plans than those which can usually be made in the heat of the, no pun intended, moment. If you’ve got some spare fingers, please cross them.